Elle Mitchell

“On my very best days, I’m hanging from a very delicate thread, walking an even more delicate line over a river of broken things that I’ve barely managed not to let consume me. I do this by existing behind a veil of biased facts I tell myself about what happens when you expect better from people and what they can do to you when you let them in. Despite all of this, somehow, he had made it in…”
― Elle Mitchell, Broken People

“I was a sponge filled to capacity with the putrid gray water of all of those who had hurt me. I wondered if, like a sponge, I could be wrung out and I wouldn’t have to carry it anymore.”
― Elle Mitchell

“I’m not sure what he’s talking about, but it’s of little consequence when you’re standing in the middle of what’s essentially a minefield of all the things that mattered to you, and you’re watching them explode. It’s even worse when you’re the one that set them off in the first place.”
― Elle Mitchell, Broken People

“We all come into the world as blank canvases. And we leave it carved in scars—some we show the world and others that remain invisible unless someone knows exactly where to look—but they make us who we are, whether we want them to or not.”
― Elle Mitchell, Carved in Scars